Stephen Evans

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Stephen is a playwright and author of The Marriage of True Minds and A Transcendental Journey.

Cervantes, Rimbaud, Chekhov, Yeats

Question of the day: How many writers keep getting better until the end? Or how maybe, how few? You could throw Shakespeare in there, since the Tempest is masterful. Truman Capote and Harper Lee don't count, since Capote could never finish another book after In Cold Blood and Lee could finish only one. Joyce disappeared into Finnegans and never reappeared. Who am I missing?

And I wonder why? Does genius require a physical vigor, or emotional, or both, lost over time?

Sorry, that's three questions.

 

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Katherine Gregor
Not educated enough to agree or disagree. But if it is true – could it be because many people, as they get older, retract more an... Read More
Sunday, 13 July 2014 09:55
Rosy Cole
Katia raises some excellent points. One thing I profoundly believe is that writers get better the more they practise the craft and... Read More
Sunday, 13 July 2014 10:43
Stephen Evans
You're right, Katherine - I don't notice it as much in other arts, maybe because I am less able to judge their quality. Mozart was... Read More
Sunday, 13 July 2014 16:31
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Friendship

I do not wish to treat friendships daintily, but with roughest courage. When they are real, they are not glass threads or frostwork, but the solidest thing we know.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

http://www.emersoncentral.com/friendship.htm

 

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Rosy Cole
That is one of Emerson's most beautiful expressions. An index of true friendship in the present-day random, cursory world. Thanks ... Read More
Thursday, 10 July 2014 21:10
Katherine Gregor
True. Here's one by Samuel Johnson: "A man, Sir, should keep his friendship in constant repair."
Saturday, 12 July 2014 08:09
Stephen Evans
That Emerson knew a thing or two. As did Dr. Johnson. Just the other day I was checking his dictionary.
Sunday, 13 July 2014 05:02
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In the Green Room

 

As a performer in a previous epoch, I have been in many a green room. In the theater, the Green Room is where you wait before the performance. The green room was a place for art, and for fellowship. I was primarily an amateur, performing for love not just of theater, but of the community I found there: devoted, smart, friendly, funny, talented people, many of whom became friends for life.

 

 

When I stopped performing and turned to the more solitary work of writing, I kept the friends but lost the community. I have missed it. There have been echoes of it elsewhere. But I hope that this new Green Room will do more than echo. It will resound.

 

 

Now. Time to go on.

 

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Katherine Gregor
Hear, hear. Fancy seeing you here! :–)
Monday, 07 July 2014 22:33
Stephen Evans
I heard this was where the cool kids hang out!
Monday, 07 July 2014 23:32
Rosy Cole
Lovely debut performance, sir! (Thunderous applause!)
Tuesday, 08 July 2014 09:07
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